I’ll continue my story then I’ll answer your question dear White Jasmine

I was shocked I felt that it was my last day and everyone is going to think am a thief and no one is going to believe me after that accident. I had no choice but to tell the truth. My friend picked up her book and looked at me with red eyes, my eyes filled with tears now, what am I going to do? 

I told the teacher that I have found my friend’s math book in my back bag and my friend told her that it was her fault that she might have accidently tucked her book in my bag. I started crying I don’t know why, the teacher somehow knew and believed me straight away, she hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek and said “never hide the truth even if you are wrong”. 

Everything went well, the most important part in the story is that I have learnt a very big lesson, since I was only 6 years old and every time I remember it I start laughing. Because back then I only cared about what my teacher and class were going to think about me. I haven’t done anything wrong, accept that I didn’t return the book that was in my bag and which I never had taken.  

I think you have answered your own question and as I said before my friend which was a new friend to me because I was year one, however she never predicted that she might have accidently tucked her book in my bag, that was my biggest fear back then, it was very difficult for me to think that someone is going to say am a thief or call me bad names at my new school. But from the very first years at school I have learnt many things besides of our subjects that we I have been taught.

I hope my answer was satisfying and I hope you liked my story
   

Thank's a lot my dear for sharing your story with us

I think it was a horror story at that time

always our childhood stories have a unique thought

thanx again

Best wishes

Hello, White Jasmine...

And hello to every body...

First: How're you doing...
Second: I'll tell about my story...It happened with me when I were a little girl...I just was 4 years old...And It happened In Mecca  in Saudi Arabia..It was  AL-Haj season..

i were the most little one between my sisters and brothers...and i was so hardhead means in arabic  3aneeda ...I went with my parents by bus with  7amla ...and  i was just the child with this  7amla ..
.....
We went to the restaurant...and as all the children do  i played under the tables  and  i hit  the men's legs and runaway...
while i were playing i saw a tall  Le7ia  of egyptian man...
then he asked me ... what's your name dear??
i stare at him for a second ...Then i told him ....My name is  tall le7ia
.....everyone there laugh and they called me  le7ia taoela  all the journey..

That's my story or topic and i wish you like it..
and thanx 4 white jasmine 4 the great idea..

Thanks & Bye...

Syrian-Angel
   
   
   

Dear... Syrian angel

thanx for sharing your nice story with us

لحية طويلة



I think it's a nice name

thanx again

Best Regards

طوق الياسمين....Dear

you talked about our biggest fears at the examination period

I always have nightmares about being late on my exams

thanx for sharing with us your thriller story

Best wishes